Le Yao's lips twitched. Recalling the photo from their WeChat conversation, her face flushed red, and she chuckled dryly, "Young Master Yang is really joking."
Yang Jinhan smiled, but didn't continue the topic: "Are you alright?"
"My body is fine, but my head is a mess." Le Yao breathed a sigh of relief, really worried that the kid would keep chasing after the photos. "I don't remember you guys."
Yang Jinhan frowned: "Don't you remember?"
"Oh, it's because his brain was damaged due to lack of oxygen, and he lost his memory."
"I see..." Yang Jinhan paused for a moment, "It's alright, just forget about it."
Le Yao: ...
Everyone's saying they're helping her regain her memory, but she just says she's forgotten it?
"You're divorced?"
"Um...you're pretty well-informed."
"It's good that you're divorced." Yang Jinhan smiled. "Get some rest." Then he hung up the phone.
Le Yao glanced at her phone; this kid is quite interesting.
Just then, my phone chimed and I saw a WeChat message from Yang Jinhan. I quickly opened it and my nose started to feel hot. I quickly tilted my head back and pressed the button to stop the nosebleed. I wondered what this kid surnamed Yang was up to.
This time, she actually posted a photo of herself working out. She only showed half her face, and although she was wearing workout shorts, it was still a bit overwhelming.
"Are you satisfied this time?" Yang Jinhan's message came again.
Le Yao ignored him, saved the photos, and then deleted her chat history with Yang Jinhan. After all, if someone found out about this, it would be hard to explain.
You can secretly admire it after saving it.
Just then, a phone call came in, and Le Yao answered it without even looking at it: "If you're so capable, send me a picture of someone not wearing underwear."
"Not wearing underwear?" Nangong Jue had just finished his meeting and called that woman. What did he hear?
"Huh? Oh." Le Yao then realized who was speaking to her. "Nangong Jue? It's you."
"Then who do you think it is?"
"I thought..." Le Yao paused abruptly, then chuckled twice, "Aren't you busy?"
"Don't try to evade the question." A sense of crisis suddenly rose in Nangong Jue's heart. "Tell me, whose photos or videos show them without underwear?"
"Hehe." Le Yao laughed in a somewhat lewd way, "Of course it's a handsome man, a good photo is one without underwear."
Nangong Jue: ...
"Okay, that's enough. Don't disturb me while I'm admiring the handsome man." Le Yao said and hung up the phone.
Nangong Jue: ...
Just then, the sound of a sports car engine came from outside.
Le Yao looked outside and saw a red Porsche drive into the yard. She immediately threw down her phone, turned around, and ran out, shouting, "My beauty!"
Qiaoqiao got out of the car with a charming air, grabbed Leyao's shoulder, and looked her up and down: "Luckily, no parts are missing. You scared me to death." Her eyes reddened as she spoke.
Le Yao reached out and hugged Qiao Qiao: "Don't worry, I'm lucky to be alive." Although she had lost her memory, she could still feel close to this woman.
"Okay." Qiao Qiao patted Le Yao on the back. "Since you're alright, come and help me pack my things."
Where should we clean it up?
“Next door.” Qiao Qiao pulled Le Yao to Villa No. 3. “I just bought it a few days ago.”
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